Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
MDC,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Model 500,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.